I'm stuck in my mind and i'm loving death lately;

It makes me see life so my conscience can face me;

But my thoughts are too heavy for this tight skull to hold;

And i feel my frustration compounding my soul;

I picture myself ripping open my head;

And climbing out of the prison my child was fed.

And basking in blood clots, and bile, and brain;

To truly know life through infliction of pain;

Sadistic, solipsistic, mystic and cryptic;

My inner code eclisped my charismatic, wicked,

- robotic, malignant, covert, narcissistic,

- insistant, rhetorical, fixated misfit

- of an aborted thought drowned in the blood of a slit wrist;

- i missed this - did god mark my frame on his shit list?

A mixed list of resistant existence-based vision

Supressed, and the rest remains free from collision.

But not today; i'm hot today;

I'm sweating in this hot dismay;

I'm setting all the shots this way;

I'm puncturing the clots, and they

Are weary; now i'm freezing cold;

I'm happy if your god's uphauled;

Psychosis is my main control;

So i don't melt my frozen soul.

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